We had to weave between many people that were clustered around the open doors and out in the hallway. Down the stairs the crowd thinned to nothing, then once we had reached the first floor not a soul was lingering. He was walking so rapidly it could arguably be considered a jog and I tripped multiple times on my dress keeping up. He shoved the double doors to the abandoned first floor wing open and let them bang off of the adjacent walls.
I found a version of my voice that was frail and strained, "Where are we going, Draco?"
He glanced back at me, "I told them... that we were going to our room. To finalize our marriage.
Hopefully that has excused us for a few hours." He halted in front of a blank expanse of wall between the door to his grandmother's room and another one farther down the hallway."Are we?" I questioned stupidly. We were far from the fourth floor, and the question had already answered itself unless he was simply taking the long route through the back stairwell.
"Clearly not," he replied, lifting his flat palm before him. He waved, and an arched doorway appeared on the wall that had not been there before. "We're going to the cars. We're running away. You're not becoming a Death Eater." He guided me through the decrepit, ancient door and I gasped in shock at the space it led to.
Beyond was an incredible cathedral affixed to the Manor. Massive stone pillars with slight pink hues within the granite lined the room on either side, supporting an immense arched stone ceiling with odd paintings on the spandrels. Stained-glass windows were filtering light in from the east and west glazing. Evidently once an ancient religious gathering space, it now was filled with shiny automobiles where the pews would have previously been. What an odd conversion of space, yet it made sense as a suitable safe haven for his precious collection.
Our shoes produced a cacophony of noises echoing angrily around the spiritual architecture. Even our breaths sounded loud as he yanked me rapidly between expensive, shiny and unique vehicles, snaking back and forth on an indirect path.
He ripped open the passenger door of a baby blue Nissan Skyline GTR 34, a street race car with a light beige interior and white wheel rims. He indicated to me that I should get in. I stopped in horror, having never been in a muggle car. The flashy metal exterior boasted speed and danger with its intricate curves and racing fin on the back. "Get in the fucking car," he growled, moving around to the driver's side.
I lowered myself into the deep chair and flattened my head against the leather seat. I had to pull my dress in for several seconds and shove it strategically around my feet in order to shut the door.
He didn't hesitate to start the car and an exceptionally loud, guttural growling escaped from the engine and reverberated menacingly around the cathedral. I tugged at the corset to loosen it, frantically panting in terror in the passenger seat. He reached over me to pull a white strap across my body and locked it in place, pausing to kiss my cheek longingly. "Everything is going to be fine. We just have to avoid using magic so they aren't alerted that we've left," he whispered.
I nodded, unable to speak. His hand met the gear exchange and the car rolled forward. The smooth motion was both thrilling and scary and we hadn't even left the building yet. He lifted his ringed hand and commanded the wall before us to open, and it did so, revealing a gorgeous sunset that embodied every colour of the rainbow over the white snow of the February landscape.
His silvery blue eyes searched through each window of the vehicle as he slowly brought the car outside of the Manor and into the snowy lane ahead. He seemed to be holding back from revving the engine too hard in case it would give us away. The car crawled carefully down the back lane and towards yet another set of gates that looked similar to the main ones, and I sat in my seat with my hands over my face to mask how much I was cowering and crying in fear.
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